Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.